sábado, 13 de março de 2010

Once upon a time, the oldest tale in the bookNew ticking echoes in the cageSwitch on the engine to watch her perform

Four strings, she lets him play´Cause his eyes are pools I could fall too

Howling at the moon, yielding to the flameStar of the Sea sets in passionRavenous bright eyes pierce her plastic dreamsIt rips out the heart of the...

She´s been playing the drums of her heart!

A butterfly, dancing the moths balletScorching herself to black hopes to fit in

Looking through the glass she knows it will never be so

A hooked stained glass heart can cut as easily as it breaksThe stakes are high upon this partHow come happy ending is a sacrifice?

He blows, she lets him inFor his glance sears, oh I could burn too

Howling at the moon, yielding to the flameStar of the Sea sets in passionRavenous bright eyes pierce her plastic dreamsIt rips out the heart of the...

She´s been playing the drums of her heartShe pretends that she won´t fall apartHe´s been playing the drums of her heartShe pretends that she won´t fall apart

Shards strewn across the bed, satin sheets bloody redSuch big ears to chase the tickDeep bright eyes to creep uponThrough a sharp grin, showing big teeth he says:"You can take off your dress, you know, trow it into the fire... You won´t need it anymore..."

Howling at the moon, yielding to the flameStar of the Sea sets in passionRavenous bright eyes pierce her plastic dreamsLove rips out the heart of the doll

sexta-feira, 5 de março de 2010

Today I dreamed of abandonment.I was in a weird place where people played this weird game with these beautiful women in flight attendant - like uniforms. I know what you might be thinking. It is not it.

So, these women would take people to other places and make them go through the difficult situations of life, as if they were the bringers or incarnations of such situations.Then one takes me by the hand... she looks very nice, but when we part from the other people the atmosphere changes and she tells me she is abandonment.

Next I am back at my old school taking a math test - not the very best situation for me - and I only need to follow the example at the top of the page to do it well, but my sight is blurred and I cannot see.

Maybe It is a sign that I will feel abandoned and there is a karmic situation brewing on the horizon. But no biggie... there is no reason to cry before it hits, there is no reason to cry while it is hitting and there is no reason to cry afterwards. Just know that anyway I might cry, heheheh

First steps in writing this blog about my life and musical activities. Just got tired of fotolog, just got tired of my other blog. I was not free there as I was supposed to. And I do not have that many photos... so.. dunno...

Poem or song, or whatever

In the wasteland of despondency

There is a land where nothing grows, surrounded by saline watersWhere birds don t chirp and bees don t visit

Silence is muffled by the distant rumble of forgotten storms and a sharp cold breeze, that every once in a while brings specks of dust to your eyes,That no longer water.

There is a land where nothing grows, surrounded by saline watersWhere weariness oozes from the wounded ground and stillness pervades everything.

The sky, perpetually shrouded in indistinguishable gray, sheds enough light to frame the bleak barrenness around. But never the horizon.

Will ceases.Desire cools.The tongue tastes the salt.And time looses all its meaning.

A land where nothing grows, surrounded by saline waters.In it people are buried under the weight of all their years, with the memory of everything they never did pierced across their hearts.